Chazal tell us that the Satan has permission to speak badly about us on every single day of the year, besides for one — Yom Kippur. In fact, the numerical value of the word “HaSatan” (the Satan) is 364 — that’s 365 (days in a year) — minus one. That’s why we spend most of the day davening on Yom Kippur — with no one to impede us, we know that our heartfelt tefillos will go straight to the Heavenly throne.
Let’s take a close-up look at some of the Yom Kippur tefillos.

The floor of the Neve Menuchas HaZahav old age home shone brightly, as usual. A group of elderly ladies sat crocheting in their designated spot near the drooping palmettos. Brochah watched as pale, gnarled fingers pulled thread over the needles and downwards meticulously but painfully slowly. Sarah nudged her hard and thrust her chin out in the direction of Rav Meyer, a survivor of the horrors ofAuschwitz. His broad shoulders hunched forward over a large tome of Gemara, defying anyone to remove it.